Song 40 – State of mind

Sword in the hand,
sweat on the brow.
No one to kill;
The rapid goes slow!

Somebody like an icon,
loses to himself.
Poor souls cry,
they die deaf.

A big void to fill;
I mean, I can’t deal.
Dear ones I can’t see,
please reveal…

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